If you've been living under a rock and somehow missed the slimy activities going on with Steve Ward and VH1's Tough Love show, Alessia of Relationship Underarm Stick brings you up to date on the stink.

Most people would be surprised to learn that I spent a good chunk of my life very sad. You'd never know it from the erotic comedies that I write, plus my voice in chat rooms and message boards is downright silly. The truth is that I have a dark side.

In February 2006, Kis Lee wrote an essay about White Male/Asian Female couples. For a long time, she was part of that trend. But after her last relationship, she debated whether to date outside her usual preference...

Often I'm trolling about the Internet looking for lingerie images to use at my blog. Well, that's partly true... I blog about lingerie because I love it, and so I love photos of it being worn. But some times -- too often -- I find photographs which upset me more than please me.

Sci-Fi brought us the fantasies of the future. By 2010 we'd all be driving hover-cars, right? Some are very disappointed that we won't make that mark, or others like it; but I'm far more concerned over the the other benchmarks we are even further from making.

Lately, I have been finding myself in a stranger state of mind than I normally am. In part, I think it has to do with a question that rose up from the psyche after I had had an intimate, personal encounter, or an actual 'date' if you will.

It was at the end of this past year that I became fully immersed in sex-work, functioning not only as an escort, but also as a erotic film actress and dominatrix. All the hats that I tried on, I enjoyed. In sense, it was putting my Bachelors' Degree in Philosophy to better use than any other job that I could have found. That, and I relished in the idea that I was in charge of my own Life, for a change. Everything was bound to change once I met B., who would become one of the most interesting challenges in my romantic history, as well as one of the most pathological.

February is the month of love and chocolates. I wish love were a bit more like chocolates; I've rarely tasted a bad chocolate. If I do, I know to stay away from the ones with the cherries on the inside, or the ones that have bite marks on them. No doubt used and tossed back!

While randomly surfing the net, I came across a blog post addressing the trend of white men dating Asian women. The author wanted to know why so many white men date Asian women. Why do some Asian women date only white men? Do these Asian women hate their culture so much that they won't give Asian men a chance? The post caught my attention, because it was directed at women like me.

"There are 'large gender differences in the propensity to choose competitive environments' and this needs to be taken into account in understanding why women are under-represented in many fields of work."

"One year with a male English teacher would eliminate nearly a third of the gender gap in reading performance among 13 year olds…and would do so by improving the performance of boys and simultaneously harming that of girls. Similarly, a year with a female teacher would close the gender gap in science achievement among 13 year olds by half and eliminate entirely the smaller achievement gap in mathematics."

In this fast-paced technological age, when one looks around and observes the current state of our planet, one has to ask: Have our natural human instincts become so intermingled with the teachings of civilized society that we have forgotten where our inbred nature ends and the conventions of socially accepted "norms" begin?

Anal sex is considered taboo in many social circles. It’s also a sexual practice that can provide tremendous sexual pleasure for the participants. The following information is a guide to anal sex for both men and women that should facilitate pleasure and intimacy between partners in a safe way.

Slave master used to spin the Black woman around before other White men placed their bid on her. Now Black men spin us around in every single video, I guess they want to have their audience place their bid on their worthless single. Yea. I said it. Worthless.

The question was asked of me earlier today, if, because I preferred bisexual men, if that meant I was interested in threesomes with two men as well. It was stated that the only reason that men like bisexual women is because they want to have a threesome, which I will agree is probably true in the vast majority of cases. While I do find sex between two beautiful black men incredibly arousing, it is not the reason I am interested in bisexual men.

I found Rachel, an erotic pen & ink temptress, on the internet. I fell in love with her pretty pink tipped breasts, fingertips and Labia lips. I wanted to take her home with me, and nail her hard... to the bedroom wall. In order to get to Rachel, I had to deal with Isabel. But Isabel's brother, Pierre, won't let Isabel out of the house...

You may be expecting to hear all about leather ~ and while this does involve a horse head, it's not the severed kind from The Godfather. In other words, you may be surprised. But then, she's a Sex Kitten Guest ~ she must be unexpectedly cool!

As a girl, I had 5 Barbie dolls, but only one Ken. I understood that something was wrong with this scenario, but I didn't really think much of it unless I was playing with my friends - all boys - around the neighborhood.

If you've ever been interested in DD (Domestic Discipline), or D/s (Dominance & submission), but wondered if it was sane, weird or just plain wrong... If you've heard of 'lifestyle relationships' in BDSM, but wondered just how that could be realistic... If you've been curious, perhaps even aroused, but were afraid to ask... Here's the interview you’ve been waiting for.

Patty is a woman who is submissive to her husband. Yes, sexually. But not just sexually. Patty gets her cute little behind spanked when she's been naughty. She might even get it spanked so hard, that it turns colors & it is difficult to sit the next day ~ or two. Not only does this happen to Patty, but she enjoys it. She worked hard to create this living environment for herself.

Taking a short break from work, I opened my email at about 4P.M. There was one message from Lady, with no subject line. I opened it, and the very first words made my heart skip a beat. It read: "First meeting".

Joan decided not to dress up for Halloween. She'd only started his new job in July, and wasn't particularly comfortable around her peers yet. There were the group she sat with on break, but she knew their first names and that was about it. Nobody outside of her department. Nobody she felt like dressing up in a costume with.

Rebecca peeked into the bedroom. Dan was adjusting his lighting
- a makeshift array of workshop lights, hung with sheets and
turned to illuminate the bed area.

Dan folded the sheet another time, then rehung it over a little
lamp next to the bed. Rebecca crossed her arms across her chest,
her fingers gripping the terrycloth robe tight. She walked
into the room and sat on the bed. She could see herself in the
mirror. Her makeup took an hour to get just right, but now she
was worried that her time had been wasted. She doubted she could
go through with this.